Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wings. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Malaria!,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.